Scott wandered through the halls with Allison, hoping his best friend would show up. They entered the library and the Librarian looked up and pointed towards the 200-299 section. Turning around, the couple went fish mouthed. Allison pulled out her phone and texted the group chat, "MEET IN LIBRARY N O W." Scott all but bowled over to Stiles, side hugging him and lifting him into the air. Shouting "Your back!" shaking the human like a toy to Allison. Stiles squirmed in the hold and patted his shoulder and wheezed out "Buddy, we are in the library, please put me down." Scott gently put down Stiles. By then, all of the pack members in the high school had rushed over to see the commotion.
The room was filled with awe and wonder, then suspicion and betrayal. The questions and accusations flooded the human, "Where were you!?" "We thought you got hurt!" "Are you okay?!" "Why didn't you answer your phone!?" "Why didn't you show up anywhere yesterday!?" "Answer us!" Stiles opened his mouth, then closed it. This repeated for a bit until Isaac whined, reaching a hand out towards Stiles 's chest. The human stumbled backwards, his arms twitching. Slowly the rest of the pack started to whine and Scott took a step forward, "Stiles? You there? Just breathe with me." The frazzled boy never took his eyes off the group, backing up further with the same wide eyes. His breaths becoming quicker, sinking in his features. He tripped over a chair leg, falling and curling up into a ball raising his arms over his head exclaiming, "Proszę nie zabijaj mnie!" Scott froze speechless, the others confused but still concerned as Stiles breaths became shorter and shorter, starting to claw at his own face, especially at his eyes and ears. Muttering "Zgasnąć!" and "Kim jesteś!" every few seconds. They rushed to him, near wolfing out right then and there. But Scott stopped them, guiding them away from Stiles; giving orders to anyone who will listen, "Call 911!" "Call the Sheriff!" "Call Derek!"